I am not expecting anybody to take notice of me, I am being irritating, I just need to get it out. Things are fucking up big time. I have turned into a self-involved, anti-social pain in the ass. I feel like nobody wants to be around me and I don't want to be around myself. I honestly can think of nothing lovelier than to curl up and die right now but I can't do that because it will affect the beautiful, important people in my life like my boyfriend who is probably reading this and my best friend who is dying of god knows what disease and will be dead by the time she's 19 years old. And I feel like a dick because I'm complaining and she's not and she has full right to complain because she is going through one of the most heartbreaking things you can imagine.
I am constantly paranoid which is just really annoying if I'm going to be frank. I tell myself everyone hates me and I wind myself up until I'm just too pissy to be around. And, being paranoid that nobody wants to be around me, I am spending my weekends curled up in bed with a pretentious book that I should stop trying to read because it will never change the fact that I am plain stupid. You have to be stupid to do what I do which is the following:
1) Get close to somebody I shouldn't get close to
EG i- a sex-mad 17 year old version of Dr Cox from Scrubs who would never love me and cheat on me and is the ex of a very close friend of mine or
ii- an 18 year old who resembles JD in his character that I know is moving away to university in a few months time.
2) I fall madly in love with them and start this whole long thing I know is going to hurt terribly when I
3) Push them away with my insane paranoia and (probably justified) insecurites.
So it's all my fault, the shit that happens to me, the ex boyfriend who broke my heart, the throwing up at 4am, the ugly scars on my left arm, all the things I hate, I cause by me hating myself.
And I only hated myself because I wanted to be perfect for the one person I seem to be "driving away" as he so lightly put it. It's just, I want to be skinnier and prettier and I want nicer skin and longer, lighter hair and I want to be good at numbers and I want to be driven but I seem doomed to sit there writing angsty prose aimed at teenagers that will never get anywhere and nobody understands because I am shit and at the end of the day I don't want to be a writer and I can't do anything else except hair and makeup and sex so I wonder if I should just become a whore because then I get to live a life that will be slightly higher than average and not one where I scrape baked beans out of a can for dinner because I am a hairdresser at a shitty salon because I'm not good enough for anyone good to ever hire me.
And then I think, no. I don't deserve a higher than average life. And here's me doing it all again, pissing everyone off, ruining my own life. WHY. I am so fucking shit.
And then there's the lack of sleep. I cannot actually sleep without my boyfriend hogging the bed and snoring every few hours as I feel his boner from his dream poke my back. It sounds shit but honestly, it's the loveliest thing in the world. And he, my friends, has fucked off to university where he is probably shagging a fuckload of girls and if I ask him he gets pissed off but I only think he will because the only guy I ever loved did that and that's not his fault, it's entirely mine for not being pretty or easy enough or whatever.
I ruin my life all the time and it is driving me insane.